Life is messy.
A few days ago, I was pulling apart a rotisserie chicken for chicken and dumpling soup. My mother-in-law walked past and commented something to the effect of, “I don’t know how you can do that.” (She didn’t say it in a rude manner, it was just a casual comment).
I replied that I just don’t think about what I’m doing. If as I picked apart the chicken, I focused on muscles, bone, sinew and fat, sure my stomach would roll.
It’s a lot like any other disgusting chore. When cleaning a toilet do you reach in and think of everything that has gone in the bowl before you? Of course not. That’s like asking to hurl.
It’s the same principle when dealing with food.
The key to doing unsavory chores is you stop your mind from going there.
Usually when I have to do something gross, whether it’s cleaning a toilet or cutting up a whole chicken I listen to podcasts or audio books. I find they do a much better job of taking my mind off of the ickiness of the chore at hand.
Sometimes being squeamish just isn’t an option, whether it’s the budget that says boneless skinless chicken breasts are off the menu or just a heinous mess that must be dealt with immediately. In the cases where the yuck can’t be avoided, how do you get through?
P.S. I’m home! Did you miss me?